Out for Blood

By on September 7, 2016.

There is something about it that just excites me.

Blood, well my own that is.

It is a kink that came as total surprise to me. The first time he made me bleed he took my hand and wiped it across my bottom and then showed me my own blood on my hand. My reaction was intense, powerful and consuming. I wanted to wipe it on my face but instead I just stared at it, fascinated and appalled. I was hooked.

I am a hugely visual person when it comes to my kinks, I love bruises and marks, I love taking pictures of them, I love watching myself getting beaten and/or fucked. I like watching myself masturbating. I love seeing him cum on my skin. I love seeing my cum on my skin. I love seeing the wax, I love my tattoos, I love it when he draws and writes on me, whether that is with a pen or a knife, I love them both.

I have thought about my blood kink a lot and when you think about all those other things I love then really blood is no different. In fact blood is maybe the ultimate visual mark. It stamps its name with its bright red signature, there is no mistaking it, it is unashamed of itself.

I have fantasied about him tying me down, arms outstretched like a crucifixion. The blade would be razor-sharp, glinting in the light as it pressed it up against the soft skin of my arm. It would only be a little nick, just enough to split the skin and I would watch as the blood formed a perfect red bead before breaking and running down my arm. It is torture, blissful blood-red torture. I want to reach out the run my fingers through it, smearing it across my skin but I can’t. I am tied. I must watch, we both must watch. Just writing that makes me want to reach between my thighs and make myself cum.

I don’t know if we will ever do this. It requires some thoughts about hygiene and also scaring which is not really something I am looking for but maybe in the right place with the right blade it could still be achieved. Maybe.

My love of blood has evolved to include my period too. I used to hate the damn thing but having a partner who is utterly unphased by it has given me the space to look at it with more forgiving eyes. Those eyes have as time as gone on turned to be excited by it. I still can’t say that I enjoy my period, the cramps, the bloating are all fucking annoying, the blood has become something I find visually pleasing. It represents life in its rawest form, there is something beautiful and powerful about it that I find hugely sexy. One day in the not too distant future I will reach an age where I will no longer menstruate. I never ever thought I would say this but that makes me sad and I think I will miss it and mourn its passing greatly. (Warning, bloody images below, scroll quickly or leave now if blood squicks you out)

“I’m a fountain of blood. In the shape of a girl.” ~ Björk

Molly with period blood on her skin*

Molly with period blood on her thighs*

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  1. I also find my menstrual blood to be beautiful, and bleeding makes me feel powerful as well! Even though I’m not planning on having children, I am awed by the fact that my body has the ability to.
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  2. When younger, I was repulsed as I think most girls are by my menstrual blood. As I matured though, I grew to find it powerful and mysterious, and even enjoyed the strong, funky, earthy smell of it. Not other people’s – just my own. When I got breast cancer the doctors put me into early menopause and I too missed my menstrual cycle as you say you will when your time comes. Like you, I love my Master’s marks of all sorts and am intrigued what it would be like to engage in blood play to a small degree – though we have never even discussed it – yet.

    I will add that when I was younger we did have sex once in awhile during my period and it was gloriously intense. I guess the intercourse of estrus does in fact produce at least for me, amazingly hot orgasms! I miss those rare days.
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  3. I wished I had known then about blood and bleeding that I know now…. both my belief system and BDSM has helped me see a much healthier attitude about periods and just blood in general. How different things could have been for me if I had learned these things when I was younger.

    I now longer have my periods. I use to dread them, although they were never bad or a problem, but I was taught to dread them, to feel shame and guilt about being a woman, about having breasts and a cunt instead of finding joy in all of it.

    Thanks for writing this.

  4. I love your love for blood. Had I still menstruated, your posts would have made me feel okay with it. I think this is an important message to all younger women out there… like you say, it represents life in its rawest form.

    Beautiful post.

    Rebel xox
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  5. I’ve always loved how blood looks, the symbology and that’s maybe why I was obsessed with Dracula when I was younger too.

    The first time he drew blood was completely unexpected and my reaction to it totally surprised me too, I was mesmerised!

    As for menstrual blood, well you know about my recent experiences. Periods for me are just a nightmare I just can’t embrace them.

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